Chapter 1032 Traces
That night.
Fu Qingzhou and his team left Wangxian Pass and marched for two days, less than a day away from Tianlin City, where the Yuan Family Manor is located.
On this day, the convoy stopped in Lusong City. Of course, this small city was also within the Yuan family's influence. News had long been heard that the prefect here specially cleared the largest restaurant and inn for these young masters and ladies to check in.
Even if these people have no official positions, military positions, or even practice, they have no different blood, which is enough to make the prefect show their charm to this point.
Although private soldiers and family masters like Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao cannot live in Tianzi Room, they all have their own rooms. The restaurant also delivered a table of dinner and side dishes for each person, plus a jar of good wine. "The extravagance of the aristocratic family is so visible." Tang Jiao shook her head and said, "Brother, what are you going to do tonight?" "Of course it is to expose my coming here, but I can't expose it." Fu Qingzhou said.
He said this was quite contradictory, but Tang Jiao understood it.
"What do I need to do?" she asked with a smile. "You need to be the one who takes action." Fu Qingzhou's face turned serious: "The Xuanmeng brothers who left the capital with us were all left at Wangxian Pass. After tonight, you can't keep it."
Tang Jiao stopped smiling.
When I came out of the capital, a group of brothers from Xuan Alliance followed them to play the man in black and went to Wangxian Pass, including Wu Yan.
But Wu Yan's lurking style was completely different. He took the "inconspicuous" route. Fu Qingzhou's style was too uncomfortable for him, so in the Wangxian Pass, Fu Qingzhou did not contact him any longer. He simply did not contact Fu Qingzhou. He disappeared quietly and didn't know where he went.
Fu Qingzhou guessed that Wu Yan must have thought of another way to sneak into Fuhe Province.
The other people in the Xuan Alliance do not have the ability of Wu Yan.
Before, Wangxian Pass was strictly guarded, and Fu Qingzhou could not take so many people away, so he could only give up on them. I guess they had already gone back to curse the real person of Baihe.
"How many people are to be killed?"
Tang Jiao didn't ask any extra questions.
Fu Qingzhou took out a roll of paper from his sleeve and handed it over, and said in a deep voice: "These people."
Tang Jiao was slightly shocked, and opened the paper and looked at it.
The above clearly marks each person's name and realm cultivation. Fu Qingzhou and Tang Jiao have been with the team in the past two days and have long been familiar with their names, so their names and faces can naturally match them.
"These people..." Tang Jiao asked, "Have you done a lot of things?"
"Not bad."
Fu Qingzhou responded, "The news provided by Lan Jingzhu."
Tang Jiao was quite surprised: "He still knows this?"
"How can his personality be simple?" Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "In just two days, he has become friends with many experts from the Yuan family and has inquired about their private affairs... He originally thought that he would live in the Yuan family for a long time, and in order to make himself live better, he tried his best to inquire about clichés."
"It's a talent."
Tang Jiao put the list away and looked at Fu Qingzhou deeply: "Brother, I'll go."
"Okay." Fu Qingzhou rubbed her head: "Be careful. After finishing the work, you go back directly from Wangxian Pass. If you see Hong Zhi bringing me a word, you will say that I stepped a little heavy and turned around to apologize to him. Please give me a lot of it."
Tang Jiao's eyes smiled like crescent moons.
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That night.
As the entire town fell into a deep sleep, a figure wrapped in Ye Xing's clothes quietly appeared in the shadows.
In fact, she may not need Ye Xingyi.
Tang Jiao was hanging on her neck. It swayed lightly, emitting a strange light of water. This layer of water covered her whole body, making her completely merge with the light and shadow and texture of the surrounding background, like a transparent person.
She crawled against the exterior wall of the inn, like a gecko, and came from the second-floor guest room where she was.
As she approached a window, the voices of the room also came from Tang Jiao's ears.
"Damn, I don't believe it, can you be fooled?"
"Why can't you? Touch yourself!"
"It's so wise, you can't give it to a thousand, right?" "Come and see who gives it to a thousand, who is the grandson! Don't be unwilling to accept losing, give it to money!"
A group of men were messy, laughing and cursing, mixed with the sound of mahjong overturning and rubbing on the table.
There is another voice among them, Tang Jiao is very familiar with, it is Fu Qingzhou.
Fu Qingzhou pulled a group of people to play mahjong tonight, which was a mobile phone for Tang Jiao.
Anyway, this is the boundary of Fuhe Province, and even the prefect has to nod and bow to them. What's wrong with playing mahjong at night? At this time, you have to watch the night and be vigilant if you want to say that you have to be aware of it. Others will only think that you are making a big fuss or making a big deal.
Soon, the laughter of the people in the room came from Tang Jiao's ears.
"Oh, Mr. Lan is here too!"
"Young Master Lan is approachable and willing to play with us servants, hahahaha--"
Then, she heard Lan Jingzhu greeting everyone and teasing.
Tang Jiao knew that it was time to take action.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
So a spiritual sword slid out from her sleeve, but she did not leave her body, but held it in her hand.
The next moment, his body was like a spirit swallow, piercing through the window lattice and stirring up the group of people in the room!
Sword Feng blew out the oil lamp candle fire at the first time.
The first scream sounded in the room, but it was not the exclamation of attack, but someone angrily scolded the evil wind for blowing out the candlelight.
But soon, the person who made an angry voice was left with only the sound of blood gushing out from his throat!
"Not good! There is an enemy..."
Swish—
The sword wind flew past, and another person's voice was completely blocked back into his throat.
Crash! The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.
Snap! The sound of the wooden table breaking and folding exploded.
Puff! The muffled sound of flesh torn was mixed with half a short scream.
The sound of the clothes breaking through the air turned into a death talisman, and the sound of sticky liquid splashing in the dark one after another.
Dong! Someone knocked over the screen, and the sound of the wooden frame pouring out, the suffocation sound of the throat burst out; clang! The sword was out of the sheath in a panic but slashed in the air, rolling down into the corner of the wall...
"Save—"The shrill scream came to an abrupt end, leaving only the hissing of the trachea leaking.
The bones rolled, and the round objects rolled across the floor.
Puff, puff, the muffled sound of the body falling from the wooden board one after another.
Finally, when the last sword tip passed by, the dead silence filled the room like a tide.
There is no more sound in this room.
After a moment, there were finally voices in the corridor outside the door, and his chaotic steps went from far to near.
"Crack the door! Crack the door!"
They were the other masters and private soldiers from the aristocratic family who came to escort them in the same inn. Such movements appeared in the house just now, which would naturally shock them. But when they arrived, there was no movement in the door.
The wooden door opened with a loud bang, and seven or eight fire pieces were polished at the same time. The moment the oil lamp rekindled, the fishy and sweet blood came to my face.
Shaking in the light and shadow, Lan Jingzhu curled up on the blue brick floor in the corner of the wall, with dark red water stains soaked on the hem of the long gown, and her fingers stumbled into the cracks of the bricks.
Fu Qingzhou knelt on one knee and blocked him. Three deep blood grooves of bone-sighted bones were gushing out on his left shoulder, and a half-colored sword was inserted into the floor in front of him.
In the room, six corpses were erected and upside down, and their throats were all covered with thin and narrow blood lines... Some people even had their heads landed on the ground.
"What, what's going on!"
The visitor asked in horror.
Fu Qingzhou reluctantly raised his head and said hoarsely: "Mingjiange... someone is coming... they want..."
Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he fainted.
(This chapter ends)